A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Two

Adult/Youth, Masturbation, Teens |

October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter Two
By
Alex Hawk

One week later my sister and I were in Charleston, South Carolina. My efforts at earning money had been sporadic after that first day, and we were down to only fifty bucks when we rolled into town. Thankfully we were able to find a hotel in easy walking distance from the bus station.

“We need a room, please.”

“Alright,” said the bored looking manager. “$14.95, please”

Well, at least the room was cheaper. When we go to the room, though, we saw that it had only one bed. I picked up the phone and dialed the front desk.

“Do you have any rooms with two beds?” I asked.

“No, but I’m sure you and your girlfriend will make arrangements just fine,” he said with a snicker and then hung up.

I scowled at the phone. “Looks like we just have this bed,” I said to Cassie. “You sleep on it, I’ll take the floor.”

Cassie shook her head. “You’re the one who’s going out and working. You should get a good night’s sleep. YOU sleep on the bed, and I’LL take the floor.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.”

Cassie shrugged. “Well… why don’t we share the bed? It’s big enough.”

I thought about that. There wasn’t any real reason not to. “Ok.”

Cassie and I sat up and watched TV for a while, but there wasn’t really anything much on. Finally she said, “I wanna get to sleep.”

“Ok.”

I turned off the TV and turned off the light before the two of us stripped down to our underwear. Once we were largely unclothed we crawled into bed and went to sleep.

Or at least Cassie went to sleep.

I had almost drifted off when Cassie turned around in her sleep and backed up, snuggling against me. Since I was lying on my side, this meant that her butt was now rubbing against my crotch. My virgin penis hardened instantly. I felt my pulse quicken at the unexpected contact of her body against mine.

I swallowed hard, trying to think about what I should do now. What I should do, I guessed, was pull away. I started to do so, but Cassie whimpered and pushed closer to me, something that really made my penis twitch.

Not wanting to wake up Cassie, I simply put an arm around her and held her tight, trying to calm myself down, willing my erection to go away and wishing that I was somewhere else. Maybe if I just ignored these feelings they’d go away and I could get to sleep.

My sister whispered something in her sleep and moved slightly under my hand. I felt a strange, soft mound under my palm and after a moment I realized that I must have had her breast in my hand.

My penis, which had softened very, very slightly, now returned to being completely hard. I was holding one of my sister’s breasts! I could feel the gentle mound and the hard nipple underneath the thin fabric of her undershirt. It was incredible.

Now what should I do, I wondered. I squeezed Cassie’s breast very gently, very tenderly. It was soft and warm and yielding. I wondered what it would feel like to actually touch it for real, not just over the cloth of her shirt.

I knew it wouldn’t be right for me to try. But it’s not like it would actually be WRONG, would it? I mean, I’d just be touching, just feeling, seeing what it was like. I wouldn’t actually be doing anything bad.

Cassie’s undershirt was sleeveless. It was an easy matter to pull my hand away from her breast and slowly slide it under the fabric. I felt the softness of my sister’s skin, and then, as I traced my fingertips along, I could feel a gentle, sloping curve start to form.

Swallowing hard again, I moved my fingertips along the mound until I found them brushing against Cassie’s nipple. Slowly, gently, I stretched my palm out until I was completely cupping her small breast.

I was actually touching my sister’s bare breast! My penis twitched against her butt. Oh, god, this was soooo fantastic! I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this! It was the most wonderful thing in my entire life! I started wondering, in the back of my mind, what else I could do.

Then a horrible mental image of my father between Cassie’s legs, her naked, vulnerable body under him as he unzipped, getting ready to do something horrible to her.

Strangling a little scream, I jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, standing at the sink and breathing hard, not daring to look into the mirror. Oh, god, what had I done? I’d just almost molested my sister! I’d almost…. I shook my head. I was turning into my father. That evil, booze swilling bastard. I was turning into him! No right, good, decent person would do what I’d just done!

I splashed some cold water onto my face and then looked into the mirror. I’d almost made a terrible mistake in there as I’d laid next to my sister. I vowed that it would never, ever happen again. I loved my little sister. I’d killed to protect her. I couldn’t ever let myself turn into someone that would harm her.

Shakily I made my way back into the bedroom. Cassie was peacefully asleep. I pulled the blanket up over her somewhat exposed body, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and grabbed a pillow from the bed. I laid it and myself down on the floor and finally, eventually, drifted off to a sound sleep.

* * *

The bus ride to Atlanta was very bumpy, almost to the point of making me car-sick. It’d been a month since Cassie and I had left our home in New York. We were taking a long time to get to LA, but it seemed like a good idea to take it slow, just in case the police were on our tail.

Cassie was sleeping, a small transistor radio on her lap. I’d bought it for her the day we’d left Charleston. We’d done pretty well there. I’d been able to get enough money that I knew we’d be able to be ok until we reached Atlanta. After there, I didn’t know what would happen to us financially, but our plan seemed to be working out well so far.

Cassie hadn’t said anything about that night in the motel room. She’d asked me why I’d wound up sleeping on the floor, but I’d made up an excuse about the mattress being uncomfortable. I’d kept myself from sleeping next to her ever since then. I just couldn’t risk turning into my dad.

When we finally got into Atlanta we checked ourselves into our standard flophouse hotel. This room was nicer than most, but still not great. It was also more expensive than we were used to. I thought about a cheaper place, but cheaper than this would have been really, really bad.

The next morning I set about trying to find some work to do. I was really hard, though. I went out to the suburbs and tried to find people who needed their lawns mowed, only to find out that there was pretty much no one who wanted me to work for them. Oh, there were a few. Enough to keep Cassie and I in our room, but not enough for us to get ahead. Not enough even to cover food. We were working our savings down to nothing.

Finally on the fifth day of looking for someone who needed work done, I knocked on the door of an old, grand looking house. The door was opened by an even older, grand looking black man in a nice suit.

“Help you, suh?”

“Yeah, I’m looking for some work to do. Yard work, house work, whatever. I just need to earn some money. I’ll do just about everything.”

The man looked me over. “You just wait right here. I’ll get Mister O’Daniels for you. This is his house.”

“Alright.”

I stood there, shifting my weight from foot to foot, wondering if I’d be able to do anything. Finally, after waiting nearly five minutes, the door was opened again by another man. He looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a white suit and carrying a drink of some sort. He smiled at me.

“Kensworth says y’all are lookin’ for some work?”

“Yes, sir,” I said with a nod.

“Hmmm.” The man looked me over from head to toe. “How old are you, boy?”

“Fourteen, sir.”

He reached out and placed a hand on my arm, squeezing gently. “You’re in pretty good shape. Must work out a lot.”

“I get lots of exercise doing yard work,” I hinted.

“Come on inside.”

As I followed the man inside, I looked at his house. It was very nicely decorated, but it had an odd smell of age to it. It distantly reminded me of my grandmother’s house.

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Hunter, sir.”

“Hunter? A good name. My name is Ashleigh.”

“Like the guy from ‘Gone With the Wind’?”

Ashleigh smiled a thin smile. “Exactly. My mother knew Margret Mitchell, you know.”

“She did?”

“Oh, yes. Come. Let’s go to the drawing room.”

We went into a small room devoid of any easels or anything that might be used for drawing. I sat down on a slightly dusty old couch with red upholstery.

“Kensworth! Oh, Kensworth!” Ashleigh called out. Kensworth came into the room.

“Yes, suh?”

“Why don’t you bring our young caller a Coca-Cola?”

“Yes, suh.”

Kensworth shuffled off as Ashleigh turned towards me. “Kensworth has worked for our family as long as I can remember. His father even used to work for us.”

“Oh, ok.”

Kensworth returned in a moment with a bottle of Coke on a silver tray. He set it down on a coaster in front of me and then shuffled off, closing the drawing room doors behind him.

“So, Hunter. What brings a young boy like you around lookin’ for work?”

I licked my lips. “Well… my sister and I are on our way to Los Angeles. Our father died recently and we’re trying to get out there to find our mother. We don’t have a huge amount of money, so I’ve been doing basic work for people as we go.”

“Why, what a good brother you are, to take care of your sister that way!” Ashleigh said with a smile as he took a sip of his drink.

“I try to do what I can, sir.” I took a sip of my Coke. It was really, really good.

He smiled again and set his drink down. “Sadly, young Hunter, I have to confess. I don’t have any work around the house that needs doing. Kensworth does most of it, and what he doesn’t do, his nephews take care of. Those people all stick together, you know,” he said. “They help one another out.”

“I see.” I was disappointed, but at least I’d gotten a Coke out of it.

“Now, don’t look so downcast, young Hunter. There may be something we can work out.”

“Oh?”

Ashleigh took another sip of his drink and set it down with a happy sigh. “Kensworth does know how to do the most amazing things with a mint julep.” He smiled at me. “I have a proposition for you, Hunter.”

“Ok.”

“You’re a very attractive young man.”

“Uh… thanks?” I was confused, but not worried.

“I’ll make you a deal, Hunter.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old looking wallet, from which he pulled five new looking twenty dollar bills.

“What sort of deal?” I asked, my eyes fixed onto the money as he set it on the table.

“I like you, Hunter. I like attractive young men.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yes.” He smiled again. “So here’s the deal. If you’ll undress and let me have a look at you, I’ll give you twenty dollars.”

“Undress?” I squeaked. He wanted to see me naked?

“That’s right.” He took a calm sip of his drink.

“Oh. I can’t… I mean…”

“It’s very easy, Hunter. All you have to do is undress and let me see you in the nude. Then you get twenty dollars.”

My mind spun while I looked down at the money on the table. I wondered distantly what I’d need to do to get the other bills. It wouldn’t be so bad, I knew, just to take off my clothes and let him see me naked. It would get me money. Then I could always go out and try to do some more yard work.

“Alright,” I said softly.

“Wonderful.” Ashleigh sat back in his chair and said, “In your own time, Hunter.”

I stood up and rather shakily pulled my shirt up and off my body. Then I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I paused long enough to kick off my shoes and then removed my pants. Finally I let my briefs slide down my body and stood there nude before this rather strange man.

Ashleigh took a sip of his drink and let out a soft sigh. “Very nice, Hunter. Very nice. You’re quite a beautiful boy.”

“Thank you, sir,” I mumbled.

“Turn around.”

I turned around in place, showing my entire body to him.

“Very nice,” he murmured. He handed me a twenty. “I’ll give you another one if you get yourself hard,” he replied, gesturing towards my mostly soft penis.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Closing my eyes I thought about what it had felt to have Cassie’s breast in my hand as I reached down and touched my penis. It didn’t take much more than that before I was completely hard.

“Oh, very wonderful. Very, very wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

I was a little creeped out by all this, but I needed the money, so I let my mind wander elsewhere while this was going on. At least he wasn’t trying to touch me or anything. I wondered if I’d let him if he did? Of course I would, if he had the cash.

Setting a second twenty on the table, Ashleigh said, “Now. Do you want the other three of these, Hunter?”

“Yes, sir.”

Smiling, Ashleigh said, “I bet you do. Well, it’s really easy to get.”

“Alright.” I wondered what he had in mind.

“All you have to do, dear young Hunter, is just lay down on that there couch and… enjoy yourself. Until you’re done.”

My mind processed this. “You want me to jerk off until I cum?”

“Rather a bit crudely put, but yes.”

“And I get the rest of the money?”

“That’s right.”

I licked my lips. I didn’t really want to do it, but it wasn’t all THAT bad of a deal. My penis was still really hard, and I hadn’t had the chance to masturbate in over a week. Getting off would be pretty nice. And if I got paid to do it… well…

“Ok.” I laid down on the couch. “Once I’m done cumming that’s it, right?”

“Right.”

“Ok.” I closed my eyes and took my penis in my hand, stroking it rapidly. I didn’t really want to waste any time. I wanted to make sure that I came pretty fast. I didn’t want to be doing this for too long.

To help myself cum, I pictured various girls, like I always did, and thought about all sorts of sex acts. That was usually enough. At least this felt good. There were certainly worse ways to earn money, that was sure.

After about five minutes, I really wanted to get off and get out of here, and it just didn’t seem to be happening. My mind had been trying to drift down a certain path the entire time I’d been masturbating and finally I figured I might as well let it go there.

So it was that I started remembering, once again, how it had felt to be cupping my sister’s breast and what it was like having her butt pressing against my penis as she slept. I started wondering about what was between her legs. I’d seen it that one night, of course, but I started to wonder what it would be like to touch it, to kiss it, to slide my penis inside of her vagina and… and… and…

I let out a series of sharp gasps as my penis began to convulse in my hand, my sperm flying out all over my naked body as I laid there on this strange, dusty old couch. It was far from the best orgasm I’d ever had, but it certainly wasn’t the worst.

As I began to recover, I looked over at Ashleigh. He was simply looking at my naked body, his drink still in his hand. With his other hand he reached into his suit and pulled out a small handkerchief. He dabbed at his upper lip briefly and then tossed it to me.

“Clean yourself up, now.”

I wiped up my sperm and handed the handkerchief back. Ashleigh folded it neatly and put it down on the table.

“Can I get dressed now?”

“Certainly.”

As I got dressed, Ashleigh put the rest of the money on the table and stood up.

“You’ve done very well here today, Hunter. Enjoy the money. I hope it helps you and your dear sister. Kensworth will see you out.”

With that he left the room and just as I finished dressing, Kensworth came into the room.

“Are you ready to leave, suh?”

“Yes, sir.” I followed Kensworth towards the front door, stuffing the money into my pocket as I went. He handed me one last Coke and then shut the door behind me.

I made my way back to the motel, my mind spinning. I felt a lot of guilt about the fact that I’d climaxed while thinking about fucking my little sister. That was just wrong, no question about it.

Well, so far since we’d been on the road, I’d had a woman give me a blowjob and now an older man had paid me to masturbate in front of him. What was WITH these people? Still, it had made me enough cash that I was no longer worried about what Cassie and I would do for the next few days. That made it all worthwhile.

END CHAPTER TWO

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Mea mihi conscientia pluris est quam omium sermo.

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A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One

Adult/Youth, Boy/Woman Sex, Oral, Straight |

October 16, 2008

A Thing as Pure as Love – Chapter One
By
Alex Hawk

It was hard for me to tell which was worse. The feeling of my dad’s fist bashing into the side of my face, or the sound it made when it hit. As I fell to the ground, my vision going blurry for a few moments, I thought that it didn’t really matter. What mattered was that I was being hit to begin with.

“You stay the fuck out of this, Cunter!” my dad snarled. My real name was Hunter. He called me Cunter when he was drinking.

I slunk into the corner, holding my head as my dad turned towards my little sister, Cassie, and slapped her again.

“You little slut! You whore!”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” Cassie whimpered.

“Sorry? Oh, you’re not sorry yet, but you’re going to be!”

This had all started when our dad came home after hearing a rumor that Cassie had been fucked by one of the boys at school. I didn’t know if it was true. She was only twelve, so it probably wasn’t. But he’d been drinking and he didn’t care. He got like this when he had booze.

He slapped Cassie hard a couple more times. I could see a little blood at the corner of her mouth.

“Please, Daddy!” she whimpered again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Ha! I’ll show you sorry!” Then Dad threw Cassie onto the couch. Once she was there, he reached down and roughly tore off her skirt and then her panties. Then he rolled her over and started smacking her bare backside. Hard. Very hard.

I shook my head, trying to clear the fuzz from my mind. I’d seen my dad in many rages in my fourteen years, but this was the worst ever. He was so… angry. And there was more than just anger, too. I didn’t know what.

Then my dad rolled Cassie onto her back, spread her legs and snarled, “So you like to fuck, huh?” Then he tore her shirt open, leaving my sister nude. My eyes were drawn instantly to the small space between her legs. There were just a few strands of hair over a small slit. It was fascinating.

And now I knew with a full, certain dread exactly what was going to happen next. I watched, feeling numb as my dad reached down and started fumbling with his pants. Cassie knew, too, and had a horrified look on her face.

There was no way I could let this happen. I had to do something! I rose to my feet and, staggering slightly, made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed the large carving knife out of the block and went back into the living room where my dad had managed to get his pants open, and was reaching into his underwear.

“Please, no Daddy! Don’t!” Cassie screamed.

He punched her in the face again. “Shut up, slut!”

That was it. A blood-red haze fell over my vision. I came up behind my father with the knife in my hand. I lifted it up high and plunged it down into his back, feeling tissue, muscles and sinew spreading wide around the knife blade.

My dad let out a strange gurggling scream and started to turn around. I grabbed the knife and pulled it out of him, then plunged it back down again and again and again and again. I kept stabbing, letting all my rage and fury go out of my body and into the knife. I lost track quickly as to how many times I stabbed him, but I know it was a lot.

Finally I stopped as my father fell onto the carpet. I knew he was dead. I’d killed him. My own father. I was distantly amazed at how much blood there was. It was all over me, him, the couch and Cassie’s naked body. I looked over at her, breathing hard.

“Hunter,” Cassie whispered. She leapt up off the couch and threw herself into my arms, crying and sobbing and saying my name over and over again. I dropped the knife to the floor and held her tight, starting to cry myself as I realized what I’d done. We fell to the floor, continuing to hold each other and cry for a good half hour or so. We were crying for each other, for ourselves and even for our dad.

Eventually the tears stopped. Cassie was still whimpering a little, but now my mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out what to do next. I knelt down next to my father’s bloody corpse and thought about what I should do now. It took me a few minutes, but finally I made up my mind.

“Cassie?”

“Wha… what?” she said with a little hiccup. She was never a pretty crier, even when she was naked. One part of my mind was noticing that her nude body was rather attractive, but I pushed that out of my head.

“We have to leave.”

“What?” She looked up at me. “Leave?”

“Yes. We can’t stay here. The police are going to know who did this.”

“What? But you saved me from him! They can’t get you in trouble for that… can they?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know for sure,” I admitted. “But I don’t want to find out the hard way and be wrong. We have to leave.” Our dad had taught us never to trust the police. In retrospect this was probably because he didn’t want us to report him for child abuse. No matter his reasons, he’d made us rather paranoid.

“Where will we go?”

“I don’t know for sure.” I went over to the coffee table and picked up my father’s wallet. It was the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, 1976, and he’d been paid today. I opened it up and looked inside, counting out one-hundred dollars.

“There’s some money here,” I said. “We can take this and get out of town. It’ll be enough to live on for a while.”

“But… I don’t want to leave. All my friends… our school…”

“I know, Cassie,” I said gently. “Look, I guess you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, but I do. At least until we find out what the police will do about this.”

Cassie sat there silently for a few seconds and then said, “I can’t let you leave without me. If you have to leave, I have to go with you.”

I nodded. “Alright. Look, go get a shower. Get cleaned up. Then pack up some clothes. Not too much. Just a suitcase and your backpack. Just stuff you’re going to need, ok?”

“Ok.” She stood up. “Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

I nodded and tried not to look at my father’s dead body. I was a murderer now, I realized. “You’re welcome. Now get cleaned up.”

“Alright.”

Cassie vanished to the bathroom. I stripped down to my boxers and threw the bloody clothes into the corner of the room. Then I just stood there, looking at the body of the man I’d just killed, and lost myself in my thoughts.

Eventually I heard Cassie’s voice. “Hunter?” She walked into the living room wrapped in a towel. “I’m done in the shower. You should take one, too.”

“Right,” I said with a ragged sigh. I walked past my sister and went into the bathroom where I tossed my boxers aside and spent about twenty minutes in the shower. When I finally felt clean enough, I got out of the shower. I toweled off and went to my bedroom where I got dressed and started packing.

Cassie came into my room. “Hunter? I’m all packed up.”

I nodded. “Ok. I’ll be ready soon. Go into the kitchen and get all the food you can, ok? All the stuff we can easily carry with us. Like peanut butter and bread and stuff. Things that don’t need the fridge.”

“Ok.”

“Oh, and toss Dad’s beer into the trash,” I added as an afterthought.

Cassie grinned a grim smile. “No problem.”

I took one last look around my bedroom. There was so much I wanted to take with me but couldn’t. So much I’d never see again. My comic books, my records, my posters. I at least made sure to find room in my bag for my favorite books. Heinlein, Asimov and Bradburry would be going with me wherever I went.

I joined my sister in the kitchen just as she finished tossing the last of Dad’s beer into the garbage. I put a hand on her shoulder.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Are you sure we have to do this?” Cassie said, looking up at me.

I nodded. “I’m sure,” I lied. I was anything but sure, but it seemed like the right thing. Dad had always told us the police would try to screw us over at any chance. If they found me… well… I didn’t want to think about it.

“Alright,” Cassie said with a sigh. “Let’s go.”

The two of us left the house and walked out into the night. Cassie looked back at the house as we left. I didn’t.

Two hours later, Cassie and I had made our way from our family’s house in Queens out to Grand Central Station. During the trip, I’d formulated a little plan. We would go to Los Angeles, where our mother lived. We didn’t know exactly where she was. We had no address or phone number. But we knew she was out there.

When we got to Grand Central, I bought two tickets to Washington, DC. It took up a decent chunk of our money. I could have afforded two direct tickets to LA, but I figured it would be best to take a longer route in case the police ended up chasing us.

Once we were on the train, I let out a faint sigh of relief. It seemed like we’d gotten away clear so far. I wondered how long our luck would last?

Cassie snuggled up next to me. I put my arm around her, feeling very protective. I’d killed my father in order to save my sister. What a weird thing to think about. It still hadn’t really sunk in yet.

I actually managed to doze off for a bit as we rode on the train. I woke up just as we were getting into the DC suburbs. Cassie was sleeping in my arms still. I gently shook her to wake her up.

“We’re almost there,” I said.

“Ok.”

As we rode into DC, I looked around. There was red, white and blue bunting everywhere. Not only was it Memorial Day Weekend, but the Bicentennial was in July. I wondered where Cassie and I would be then.

When the train stopped we got off and stood there in the station, momentarily lost while I tried to figure out what we should do next. Finally I settled on getting a cab and asking the driver to take us to a cheap hotel. He put the car into gear and we rode in silence to a hotel.

Once there we went to the front desk, paid for a room (twenty dollars), and then made our way into the room we’d rented. It wasn’t much. Just a pair of beds, a bathroom, a dresser, a TV, nothing really big. Some really bad paintings on the wall.

“How long are we going to stay here, Hunter?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably only a couple days.”

“Ok.”

We watched TV for a little bit, but it was getting late and we needed to sleep. We turned the television off and eventually drifted off and dreamed, images of my father’s dead body mixing with images of my sister’s naked body.

* * *

I woke up at about 7:30, disoriented and wondering where I was. Then it all came flooding back, especially the knife. I’d never forget the knife. It was currently inside my suitcase, where it would stay until I figured out a safe way to get rid of it.

I reached down and gave my hard penis a couple tugs. It was always erect when I woke up. Most mornings I’d just jerk off and take care of it. But with my sister sleeping not more than five feet away, I thought it would be a bad idea.

Sighing, I got up out of bed and went to take a shower. By the time I got out, Cassie was awake and watching TV.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she said back.

“I’ve got an idea for today,” I said.

“What?”

“I’m going to go to McDonald’s and get us some food. Then I’ll come back and we can eat. After that, I’m going to head out, get a bus and see if I can get to the suburbs. Find some people who need their lawn mowed. If I mow four lawns a day, our room is covered and if I mow five, then we have food. All that without having to use up any of our money.”

“Ok.”

I gave Cassie a hug. “You gonna be ok when I’m gone?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

As I rode on the bus out to the suburbs around Washington City, I thought about what I’d done when I killed my dad. I didn’t really feel any guilt or sadness about it. I didn’t feel any pride or sense of accomplishment, either. Really, all that I felt was that I’d done what had needed to be done. I’d killed my dad just like squashing a bug. I knew I should feel more than that. Maybe I would later.

I finally got out to what seemed to be a suitable area. I left the bus and started walking around, knocking on doors and offering to mow lawns, trim bushes, clean gutters or whatever else it was people needed to have done. I ran into two problems quickly. I didn’t have a lawn mower of my own, and since it was Memorial Day Weekend, lots of people weren’t home.

But I did have some luck. Two homes in a row wanted me to mow their lawns and one needed me to clean out their gutters, so I ended up with fifteen dollars quickly. One more job and I’d have enough money to pay for the hotel room for another night!

It was at the last place I visited that something strange happened.

I knocked on the door and a woman answered. She was pretty attractive, I guessed. Nothing big, but not bad. She was probably in her early thirties. She smiled at me.

“Can I help you?”

I nodded. “I actually hope I can help you. I’m going around trying to find work to do. Cleaning, yard work, anything.”

“Oh, yes? How much would you charge to get the leaves out of my pool?”

“Five dollars,” I said, promptly.

“Good. That lazy husband of mine won’t ever do it.” She smiled. “My name is Norma, by the way.”

“I’m Hunter,” I said, shaking her hand. “Where’s your pool?”

“This way.” Norma lead me back to her backyard where I saw a fairly good sized pool. My heart sank a little. I knew it was going to take so long I wouldn’t be able to do any other work, but at least I’d make some money here.

I picked up the skimmer and got to work. It wasn’t very much fun. Her pool was just full of crap. Leaves, mostly. It took me over two hours to finally get everything done. When I was finished, I walked into the house.

“Done,” I said, coming up to Norma. She was watching President Ford talking on the news.

“Yeah? Let’s have a look.” She stood up and walked over to the window, peering out at the pool. “Very nice, Hunter.”

“Thank you.”

She placed her hand on my head and ruffled my hair a little. “Come on. I’ll get your money.”

“Ok.”

I followed Norma upstairs to the bedroom where she rooted around in her purse.

“Hmmm…” she said after a moment. “I seem to only have a twenty.”

“Oh! Well, I can make change,” I said, reaching into my pocket.

“Well… don’t worry about it, Hunter. You’re obviously working hard and you seem to really need the money.” Norma held out the bill to me. “Keep the change.”

“Wow, really?” I smiled widely. “Gee, thanks!”

“No problem.” She smiled at me again. “You’re a very nice boy, Hunter.”

“Thanks.”

“Really cute, too.”

I was taken aback. “Uh… thanks.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Totally lost as to why she was asking that, I said, “No? Why?”

“Just wondering.” Smiling again she put her hand on my chest. “A boy as cute as you should have girls lining up for him.”

My heart was beating fast. I had no idea where this was going or what to do. “Thanks,” I settled for saying again.

Norma licked her lips and then, to my incredible surprised, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I stood there, shocked for a moment, and before I could really adjust to that, she moved her mouth down and kissed me on the neck. I was completely floored by this. What the hell was going on? She had a husband, right? Why was she kissing me?

“Lay down, Hunter,” Norma said, pushing me gently onto her bed. I let her push me down, still unsure about what was going on.

“Norma? What-”

“Shhhh.” She put her finger on my lips. “Don’t say anything, ok?”

I nodded.

Norma kissed me on the mouth again and then placed her hand on my jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them, reaching inside, into my underwear, and pulling out my extremely hard teenage penis. Then she moved her head down slowly, and before I knew what was happening, I felt the luscious sensation of her mouth slipping down around the shaft of my virgin erection.

I let out a little moan. I’d heard of blowjobs before, but I never thought I’d be getting one, especially from an older woman. I never felt anything so good before! Her tongue and lips were slipping around all over my penis, giving me more pleasure than I’d ever experienced in all my fourteen years. I stopped questioning why this was happening and simply laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it.

Norma apparently knew exactly what she was doing, too. She was obviously trying to prolong this experience for me as much as she could. She’d get me to the brink of an orgasm and then pull back, then push me towards it again. All in all, my first ever blowjob ran about fifteen minutes before I finally released a series of gasping moans and felt my penis start pulsing inside Norma’s mouth, my sperm firing down her throat.

When I was done cumming, I laid there on Norma’s bed, panting, my mind spinning. She moved back up and smiled at me as she wiped her mouth off.

“And how was that for a tip?” she asked.

I grinned a little. “I… liked that…”

“Was that your first blowjob?”

I nodded.

“Good.” She reached down and squeezed my penis then looked at the clock. “You should get going. My husband will be home soon.”

“Ok.” I stood up and pulled my pants up then was escorted downstairs by Norma.

“Thanks for all your hard-” she grabbed my penis through my pants, “-work.”

“Thank you,” I said with a dazed grin.

Minutes later I was back on the bus heading back to downtown DC, thinking all about what had just happened, unbearably horny and very happy. I stopped by McDonald’s again, getting some food for my sister and I, then went back to our lodgings.

When I got back to the hotel, I paid for another night and went to the room.

“I’m back,” I said, opening the door.

Cassie leapt off her bed and gave me a big hug. “Oh, Hunter, I was so worried without you being here.”

“Hey, it’s ok.” I hugged her back. “I got plenty of money and I got us some food, too.”

“Really? Cool!”

I divided the food and sat there eating with my sister as we watched tv. It was almost normal. Almost. But my mind kept flipping between images of my sister’s naked body on the couch, my dad’s dead body on the floor and how it had felt when Norma gave me the blowjob.

Before I went to sleep I went into the shower, partly to get clean and partly to jerk off. I mostly thought about Norma’s mouth around my penis, but also thought about my sister when I’d seen her naked. She was the only girl I’d ever seen nude before, and I told myself later that was why I’d wound up cumming while thinking about her.

END CHAPTER ONE

Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Trahimur omnes studio laudis, so send me some, damnit!

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Love in Levittown

First Time, Straight, Teens |

November 4, 2009

Love in Levittown
By
Alex Hawk

It was the first day of Christmas vacation and I was masturbating in my bed.

In one hand was the most recent issue of “Playboy” (December 1962), and in the other hand was my thirteen-year-old virgin penis. The magazine had been a Christmas present from my best friend, James, who had also taught me how to masturbate back at the start of the school year. What better friend could one ask for?

In due time, I got off (“cumming”, was what James had called it). I cleaned my hand, stomach and penis off with a small hand towel I kept hidden under my bed and then got up, took a shower and got ready to face my day.

In the kitchen, my dad had left a little “good morning” note for me. He did this almost every day before he headed to his job at the nearby university. Most kids my age had their moms at home to help with breakfast and such, but my mom had died in a car wreck when I was three and with Dad working so much he hadn’t had time to date or anything. That was ok, though. The two of us worked well together.

After eating my breakfast I thumbed through the newspaper and then went to the living room. I turned on the TV and sat back to let my mind go blank as I watched a couple game shows and thought about what I wanted to do with my day. Usually I’d go over to James’ house and hang out with him, but his family had left for Chicago on Friday and wouldn’t be back until the day before school started again.

By 10:30 I was still watching game shows and trying to figure out my day and then I head the sound of the doorbell ringing. I stood up, yawned a little and walked to the front door. When I opened it, I saw Daisy Fitzgerald (yes, her parents had named her Daisy for a reason). She lived a few houses down from me and went to the same school as me. She was thirteen, sort-of a friend of mine, and very cute.

“Oh, hello,” I said.

“Hello, Alex. Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

I let her inside and took her coat and hat. I brushed the snow off them and hung them up on the coat rack.

“Is your father home?”

“No, why?”

“Just wondering. What are you doing today?”

I shrugged. “Just watching game shows. I’ll probably read some comic books later.”

“Not spending the day with James? Oh, wait. He’s out of town, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, I won’t see him until next year. He loved making that joke before he left,” I added.

Daisy giggled. “Yeah. Not until 1963. I hope it’ll be a good year.”

“I’m sure it will. Do you want something to drink or anything?”

She shook her head. “No, let’s just go to your living room.”

“Ok.”

We went into the living room and sat on the couch looking at the TV. I kept looking at Daisy out of the corner of my eye. It wasn’t really common that she’d come to visit, though it wasn’t unheard of. She did seem a little… tense, maybe. Or preoccupied.

After an hour or so of watching TV, I said to Daisy, “So, you want to do something else for a bit?”

“Like what?” she asked, looking a little tense again.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Play Monopoly, maybe?”

“Ok.”

We went to the dining room where I got the game set up and got us both some Yoo-Hoo to drink. She picked the shoe, I picked the iron and we started playing. I wasn’t really into Monopoly, but it was something to do.

Daisy played the game with me and we made small talk. After the game she said goodbye and left, leaving me vaguely puzzled as to why she’d come over and why she’d been acting so disconnected from what was going on.

Oh, well, I thought to myself. She’s a girl. Who knows what girls are thinking?

That settled that in my mind, and I went about the rest of my day without really thinking about her. Well, not until I masturbated later that afternoon. And that night.

* * *

Tuesday morning was pretty much a carbon copy of Monday. I woke up, masturbated, got clean, had a bit of breakfast and parked myself in front of the TV. I was thinking about getting my cold clothes on and going outside to build a snowman or something when I head the doorbell. I got up and answered it, unsurprised to see Daisy there.

“Hi, Alex,” she said with a little smile. “May I come in?”

“Sure.”

“Your dad’s still at work, right?” she asked as I took her coat and hat again.

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“Until about six or so.”

“Ok.” She turned towards me and said, “Do you want to have sex with me?”

I froze, body and mind. I was absolutely sure I hadn’t heard her correctly, but looking at her face, I was suddenly sure that I had. I had no idea what to say.

“See, that’s why I was over here yesterday. I’ve been thinking about trying it with a boy for a while, ever since Nichole came back from college. She told me all about how wonderful it was. So I thought I’d give it a try, but I wanted to make sure it would be with a boy I liked enough. I like you a lot, so I spent yesterday with you to see if I thought you’d be the right boy. And I think you are. So do you want to?”

My mind was still reeling and my penis was hard as a rock. “Uh…” was the best I could manage to say.

“You don’t need to worry about getting me pregnant or anything, either. I took one of Nichole’s birth control pills, see?” She pulled a small pill out of her pocket. “I’ll swallow this before we do it, so we won’t have a baby.”

“Uh…” I managed.

“Come on, I want to try it with you. You want to or not?”

I smiled a little despite the way my brain was reeling. That was her standard sort of attitude.

“Well, look, I mean this is kind of a surprise, you know?”

“I know. But you’re a boy and I like you and from what Nichole said, sex is the best thing ever. So I want to try it and I want to try it with you.”

I thought about it for several seconds. Well, I tried to, anyhow. I tried to weight the pros and the cons and think about what this might do with my friendship with Daisy and how it might affect my life later and basically think about it the way my dad would’ve wanted me to.

Unfortunately my brain was currently boiling in a stew of hormones. There was one thing my penis desperately wanted me to say, and it seemed to be getting the deciding vote over everything else.

My mouth was dry, but I was still able to say, “Ok… yes. Let’s… let’s do it.”

Daisy smiled. “Ok, finally. I thought you’d never make up your mind.” She took my hand. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

“Ok.” I let her lead me there.

Once we were in the bedroom she shut and locked the door and then turned towards me.

“Ok, Alex, there’s some rules here.”

“Ok?”

She paced around my bedroom as I sat down on the bed.

“Rule one,” Daisy said. “No kissing.”

“Ok.”

“Rule two. You aren’t my boyfriend. We’re just doing this for fun.”

“Ok.”

“Rule three. You can’t tell ANYONE about this. Even James.”

“Ok,” I said, unsure if I could hold myself to the last two words.

“Rule four. If I tell you to stop doing something, stop.”

“Ok.”

Daisy stopped pacing and looked thoughtful for a moment. “Ok, I think that’s all the rules.”

“Ok,” I said, knowing I’d said that too many times.

“Ok. Well.” She looked around and pointed. “Your bathroom is in there, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. I’m going to go in there and take my pill and get undressed. You get undressed and get in the bed, ok?”

“Alright,” I said, for the sake of variety.

“See you in a moment,” Daisy said, and went into my bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! I thought about the Playboy I had under the bed and grinned a little. Daisy was younger than the girls in there, and likely wouldn’t look as good naked, but on the other hand, she was a real girl I was going to see naked AND have sex with! I’d take that over a magazine, you bet.

My hands shook a little as I took of my clothes. Once naked I gave my stiff penis a couple nervous strokes and got under the blanket. I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom and then the door opened. I looked up and saw my first naked girl.

Daisy’s breasts were smaller than the girls in the magazine and she didn’t have the same sort of body. She also had very little hair between her legs. I was entranced.

“What do you think?” she asked, looking a little shy.

“You look beautiful,” I said.

Daisy smiled. “Thanks. Move over.”

I did and she got under the blanket next to me. I was very aware of my bare leg and arm against hers.

“So, how do we do it?” I asked after a couple moments.

“I’m not really sure,” Daisy admitted. “I think you just get on top of me and put it in.”

“Ok,” I said and made no effort to move.

Daisy spread her legs a bit and said, “Well, get on top.”

“Alright.”

Moving awkwardly and trying to keep the blanket over us, I got on top of Daisy, holding myself up with one hand as I took hold my penis in the other. I felt the tip brush against something warm.

“Where’s the place?” I asked.

“A little lower.”

“Here?” I asked, moving down. I felt the tip of my penis pressing into something that promised wonders and delights beyond anything I’d ever known.

Daisy nodded. “Go in slowly, ok?”

“Ok.”

I pushed slowly, eagerly anticipating the pleasure of having my penis inside a girl’s vagina for the first time. Imagine my frustration when nothing seemed to happen.

“I don’t think it’s going in,” I said after a minute or so.

“No, it’s not.” Daisy moved around a little under me and spread her legs a little wider. “Try again.”

I reoriented my penis and tried again. At first I thought I was starting to go in, but after a bit I realized I was pushing, but not entering anything.

“Are you sure I’m in the right place?” I asked.

Daisy rolled her eyes. “No, dum-dum, I don’t know how my own body is set up.”

“Sorry.”

“Here, let’s take off this blanket. Then I can see.”

I was about to protest, since I didn’t want a girl to see me naked, then I realized how stupid that would be and helped her get the blanket off us, exposing our nude bodies. I’d already seen Daisy’s, but was happy to see it again. She was getting her first look at mine and eyed it, especially my penis, critically.

“I wonder if it’s too big.”

I looked down at my penis. I knew from measuring that it was about four inches. It didn’t seem likely to be too big, but I didn’t want to argue.
“Maybe, but there’s not much I can do about that.”

The look on her face left me wondering if she was going to suggest I get a kitchen knife, but then she shrugged. “Yeah, I guess not.”

“You want to keep trying?” I asked, hopefully.

“Oh, yes. We aren’t stopping until you get it inside.”

Yippie! I thought to myself. “Ok. Well, I’ll try again.”

“Ok.”

Daisy spread her legs wide again and I got between them. I looked down at my penis and her vagina. I was totally lost, but I pressed the tip against where she’d said the entrance was and pushed. Once again, nothing seemed to happen. I tried harder and ended up having my penis angle up and slide up her slit.

“Sorry,” I said, as she let out a little whimper.

“No, it’s ok… Here, let me try lining you up.”

“Ok.”

Daisy took hold of my penis and tried to move me into the right place. What happened instead is that I grunted, moaned a little and with a surprising suddenness, shot out my sperm all over her hand and vagina.

“Whoops,” I gasped.

Daisy got a disgusted look on her face. “Oh. My. God. Is this your… sperm?”

“Yeah,” I said with a nod. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Gross.”

I reached over the side of the bed and picked up my hand towel, grateful that I’d gotten out a clean one this morning. I wiped off my penis and then handed her the towel.

“Sorry,” I said again.

“It’s ok,” she said, wiping off her hands. My eyes were fixed to a small blob of my sperm that was sliding down her slit and stopped right around where I’d been trying to slide in. I watched it until she wiped that up, too.

Handing me back the towel, Daisy said, “Next time you do that, make sure it’s inside me where it won’t be so messy.”

“No problem.”

Daisy propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me.

“You look pretty cute naked.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little embarrassed.

Her eyes went down to my penis, which was still mostly hard. “I wonder what we’re doing wrong.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You want to keep trying, right?”

“Oh, yes, please,” I said with a smile.

“Alright. Well, lie down next to me for a moment. We have to figure out what we’re doing wrong. Why it’s not going int.”

“Ok.”

I laid down next to Daisy and waited for her to figure it out.

“Well?” she said after a bit.

“Well, what?”

“What are we doing wrong?”

“I don’t know!” I said. “I’ve never even seen a vagina until today. I don’t know how it all works down there.”

“Oh, so you’re saying that I’m the problem?”

I rolled my eyes. “Look, my penis does two things in this plan. It gets hard and it shoots sperm. It’s done both. If we can’t get it into your vagina, that’s gotta be where the problem has come from.” I sighed and said something I really didn’t want to say. “Maybe we should try it another day.”

She shook her head. “No, I only stole one of my sister’s birth control pills. If I take more she might find out.”

“Oh.”

Daisy nibbled her lower lip as I ran my eyes down her lovely naked body. They came to rest between her legs.

“Maybe,” I said slowly, “it would help if I saw, you know, the… hole? You know, the place I’m supposed to go in?”

Daisy sat up a tiny bit and reached her hands down to her vagina. She spread it open with her fingers and said, “Take a look.”

I craned my neck around and looked. I saw a small, rather inviting looking, hole.

“That’s it?” I asked. I’d somehow expected more.

“Yes, that’s it,” she said in a mocking tone. “What did you expect?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. It doesn’t look big enough for my penis to fit, though.”

“It’s supposed to stretch,” Daisy said, sitting up a little and looking down between her legs. “I mean, it has to, otherwise it wouldn’t be possible for a baby to come out. You know how big those can be.”

Taking my penis in my hand, I pointed it Daisy’s vagina and kind of nudged the tip against the hole a little bit. Nothing really seemed to be happening, but it certainly felt great!

“Oh!” Daisy said. “Oh, that feels nice. Keep doing that.”

“Ok,” I said, needing no urging.

I kept bouncing the tip of my penis against the entrance to Daisy’s vagina. She liked it and I liked it and I thought to myself that, hey, even if I don’t get it in, at least I was closer than I’d ever expected to be!

But then it happened. One of my downward pushes, I felt my penis press into her just slightly. Encouraged by this, I backed up and tried it again and looked down to watch as the tip slid in just a bit.

“I think that’s the right place,” Daisy said after a few seconds of this. “I think I feel you going in.”

“Yeah.” I looked down, a little out of breath, and saw that most of the tip of my penis was inside her vagina now. “Yeah, it’s going in.”

“Ok.” She moved her hands up to my shoulders, looking about as nervous as I felt. “Make sure you go in slowly, ok?”

“Ok.”

Taking a deep breath, I pushed forward and down a little, feeling a bit more of penis slide into Daisy’s vagina. Looking down I could see that all the tip was inside her.

“Stop for a second!” Daisy said, tightening her grip on my shoulders.

I stopped, my penis about a third of the way into her. “You ok?”

“Yeah… just…” She took a deep breath. “Ok, keep going.”

I pulled back a little to adjust myself and then pushed forward again. About half went in. I pulled back and pushed forward again and then let out a slow whimper of pleasure as my thirteen-year-old virgin penis sank all the way into Daisy’s thirteen-year-old vagina.

“Oh, god,” I whispered as the last bit entered her. I looked at Daisy’s face. “Are you alright?”

She winced a bit and nodded. “Yes… but don’t move for a moment.”

“Ok,” I said, perfectly content to keep my penis where it was.

“Are you all the way in?” she asked after a moment.

“Yeah,” I said, a little raggedly.

“Ok. Well… move it in and out really slowly, ok?

“Ok.”

Very uncertainly, I began to move, trying to slide my penis back and forth inside Daisy’s vagina. It took a little effort before I felt like I knew what I was doing. On the other hand, it felt incredibly good, so taking time to learn was fine with me!

“Do you like it?” Daisy asked.

“Uh-huh… yeah… oh, it’s wonderful…” Then I finally remembered to ask, “Does it feel good for you?”

Daisy shrugged a little. “It feels ok. My sister said it gets better after the first time.”

“Oh… ok.”

I put my head down against her shoulder and kept fucking her slowly. I tried to go as slow as I could, both to make it feel better for me and for her, but I knew I was going to cum pretty soon.

Sure enough, it was only after about three minutes of intercourse that I let out a gasp of pure delight as my penis began twitching inside Daisy, and for the first time in my life, shot my sperm into a girl’s vagina. In thirteen years of life it was the best thing I’d ever experienced!

As soon as I was done cumming, Daisy pushed at me and I rolled over so that I was lying next to her. We were both breathing hard and neither of us said anything.

Eventually I got back on top of her and we did it again. We had sex a total of five times that day. By the end of the day, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get it up for a week, which turned out to be wrong, of course.

Daisy never stole another one of her sister’s birth control pills and years later when I learned how they actually worked, I felt relieved that I hadn’t gotten her pregnant. Though I never hooked up with Daisy again, I still look back fondly on our one and only day together.

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Ok, so it’s not a long story and it’s a little light on plot. Also, I’ve been watching lots of Mad Men lately. Anyhow, I hope you all liked it!

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Incest is Best

First Time, Incest, Siblings, Straight, Teens, Tweens |

August 18, 2009

Incest is Best
By
Alex Hawk

It was summer vacation and I was sitting in the living room watching television when my thirteen-year-old brother, Spencer, walked in. He looked at me for a moment and then sat down next to me. He seemed nervous, but I didn’t know why.

“Hey, Cassidy,” he said after a bit.

“What?”

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure.” I loved my older brother and I’d do anything for him. Through the eleven years of my life, he’d always been there for me.

“Ok.” Spencer ran his fingers through his hair. “Well. Uhm. Ok, this is kind of a tough favor to ask.”

“Just ask,” I said. “I promise I’ll do it.”

“Don’t promise like that,” he warned. “You might not want to do it and I don’t want you to unless you really want to.”

“Ok, Spencer. What is it?”

“Well… ok, uhm. Are you into boys yet?”

I nodded. “Yeah, a little. There’s this boy named Jordan that I met at school last year that I really like. We even kissed a few times!” I confided.

Spencer smiled, showing his braces. “Cool. Cool. Well, ok. Uhm. So you know what boys and girls do together? You know, like other than kissing?”

It took me a moment, then I said, “Oh, wait. You mean sex?”

Spencer blushed. “Yeah.”

“Ok, what about it?”

“Well, you haven’t done it yet, right?”

I laughed. “No, of course not! All I did was kiss Jordan!”

“Yeah, well. Ok. Well, I haven’t done it yet, either.”

“Ok.”

“But one of my friends has. You know Gary, right? Well, he’s started doing it with his girlfriend.”

“Cool, I guess,” I said, feeling vaguely jealous for some reason. Spencer’s friend Gary was thirteen and really cute. I had a brief mental image of him naked on top of me and a tingle of pleasure went through my vagina, a part of my body I’d recently started to get very familiar with each night.

“He says it’s really fun and both of them like doing it. But they’re afraid of maybe having a baby, so they don’t do it as much as he wants.”

“Ok,” I said, having no idea where this is going.

“You haven’t, uhm… you haven’t started your… you know… periods, right?” he asked, blushing some more.

“No.”

“Ok. Have you thought about trying it with a boy?”

“Well, I think about it sometimes, yes,” I admitted. “But I don’t know if I will anytime soon.”

“Ok, but when you try it, you don’t want to get pregnant, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Ok. Well, if you start doing it before you have your periods, you can do it and not worry, cause you can’t get pregnant yet.”

“Really?” I asked. I hadn’t heard that before, but I thought about it a little and it did make sense.

“Really! So if you wanted to, you could try it and not worry.”

“Hmmm…” I thought about that for a bit and found that I kind of liked the idea.

“So do you think you’d want to try it?” Spencer asked into my thoughts. “Gary and his girlfriend both say it’s a lot of fun.”

“Maybe, if I found the right boy.”

“What would make him right?”

“Well, he’d have to be cute, and I’d have to really love him.”

“Anything else?”

I thought for a moment. “I don’t know. I’d have to trust him, too, I guess.”

“Of course.”

“Spencer, why are you asking me this stuff?”

Blushing once more, Spencer said, “Well. I mean, I haven’t done it yet and you haven’t done it yet so…” Taking a deep breath he said, “Well, the favor I was going to ask is if you’d like to, you know, try it. With me.”

My mind blanked for a second, and then caught up with me. “Wait, what? You mean, like, try sex with you?”

“Yeah. If you wanted to,” he added hurriedly. “I mean, we can both see what it’s like, and it’s supposed to be a lot of fun. Plus you can’t get pregnant yet, so there wouldn’t be any worries there.”

I wrinkled my nose. “But you’re my brother. Plus I’m only eleven.”

“So? Gary is thirteen and his girlfriend is twelve. And so we’re brother and sister, but so what? That’s only a problem when people can have babies and you’re not able to yet.”

“Yeah, but still.”

“Plus, I mean, I know I’m not really cute, but I’m not bad looking right?” I had no choice but to not, cause actually he was really cute. “And I know you love me, and I love you. I love you a lot. Plus we trust each other, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, slowly.

“So?” he persisted. “I mean, it can’t hurt anything, right?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, Spencer.”

“I just thought that, you know, since you can’t get pregnant yet, and since we love each other, and since you said your first time you wanted with someone you love, and we trust each other and you’re really pretty and I thought maybe you’d want to try it. Like as a favor or something.”

I felt kind of bad for him. “Well, look, Spencer, I love you, too and I do trust you and stuff. It’s just kind of, I don’t know, like a surprise that you’d ask me this.”

“I don’t see why. You’re really pretty, Cassidy. You must have lots of boys at school hitting on you and stuff.”

Now it was my turn to blush. “No, I don’t. I’m not that pretty.”

“You are,” he insisted. “Otherwise I wouldn’t want to try it with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’ll be my first time, too, and I want it to be with someone special. Someone like you.” He reached out and brushed a bit of hair out of my face, sending a shiver through my body.

“Yeah,” I said, unsure what else to say.

“So how about it? Maybe we can try it slow at first and see how it goes? Gary told me a lot of things that will make it feel really, really good for you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please?” Spencer begged. “We can see what it’ll be like. I’m sure it’ll be fun. Come on, please let’s just try it?”

I bit my bottom lip. Somewhat surprisingly, I was actually tempted. He made some good arguments and like any girl my age, I was really curious about sex, but…

“Come on, please?” Spencer put his hands on the bottom of my shirt and slowly began to lift it up. “It’ll be really fun and I’ll go super-slow, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Spencer…”

“Here, let me do this.” He had my shirt up all the way now. He leaned forward and gently kissed, then lightly sucked, on one of my bare nipples (I was puffing slightly, but nowhere near needing a bra). A shock of pleasure went through my body at the touch of his lips. He lifted his face up and rubbed the nipple gently with his fingers.

“How does that feel?”

“Really nice,” I admitted.

“Let me take it off.”

“Ok.”

My brother pulled my t-shirt the rest of the way off me and, cooing about how beautiful he thought I was, started taking turns first kissing, then licking, and then sucking each of my nipples. Whatever one he wasn’t doing things to with his mouth, he was working on with his fingers.

I lay back and let the pleasure sweep through me, very surprised at how good it felt, and wow, did it feel good!

Spencer lifted his face up. “Do you like this, Cassidy?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice,” I admitted.

“Cool.” He moved his face back down and as he did so, I felt one of his hands come to rest on my thigh. He moved it up until it was resting between my legs, rubbing at my vagina through the fabric of my jeans. It didn’t feel as good as what he was doing to my nipples, but it was still nice.

Then my heart began to beat a little faster as I felt my brother starting to unbutton my jeans. Once that was done, he unzipped them and then sat back a little.

“Lift up so I can take off your jeans,” he said.

I hesitated for a moment, but then lifted my body up. My brother slowly removed my jeans and panties, leaving me fully naked in front of him. I felt embarrassed, but I was determined to go through this.

After my brother set my jeans and panties aside he sat back and looked down at my bare, still hairless, slit. “Wow,” he said. “That’s just beautiful!”

I giggled a little at Spencer’s enthusiasm. “Glad you like it, I guess.” It was weird being naked in front of a boy. Of course that boy was my brother, so it shouldn’t be a big deal, but on the other hand, my brother was going to fuck me, so it kind of was.

“Yeah, I do. In fact, I think I will give it a little kiss.”

With that my brother dropped his head down between my legs and planted a kiss just above my clitoris. Then he began kissing slowly down until he reached the entrance to my vagina. Once there, he started licking, and I entered a whole new level of pleasure.

Then just as I’d thought things were as good as they were going to get, Spencer started to dart his tongue into my vagina. He’d stick it in, lick around a little, then pull it out and repeat it. I couldn’t believe he was doing it, or how wonderful it felt!

“Oh, Spencer,” I whispered. “Oh, that’s so nice…”

My brother raised his head and grinned at me. “Good.” I then felt a faint pressure as he touched his pinkie to my vagina. “Have you ever fingered yourself?”

“What?”

“You know, stuck a finger in here.”

“Oh. Yes.”

“Cool.”

With that Spencer licked his pinkie and pressed it against my vagina, sliding it slowly into me. He worked it back and forth until it was all the way inside, then bowed his head and started licking again.

I squirmed with delight, thinking to myself that if I’d known sex stuff was going to feel this nice, I might’ve done a lot more with Jordan than just kissing him! Oh, this was so wonderful!

Then it got even better as Spencer began switching fingers. He’d started with his pinkie, but then he’d taken that out and replaced it with his index finger, then removed that and put in his ring finger. Now he’d take that out and had his middle finger inside my vagina as he kept licking my clitoris. It was incredible!

Spencer then wiped his mouth off with his free hand and began kissing a trail up my body. He paused long enough to lick and suck each of my nipples and then began kissing me on my mouth, working his tongue inside after a few seconds, all the while continuing to work his finger around inside my vagina. It felt weird a couple times when my tongue touched his braces, but mostly I liked it.

Then to my unhappiness, Spencer stopped kissing me and pulled his finger out of my vagina. I wondered for a moment what was wrong, but then he stood up next to the couch and started undressing. When he pulled down his underwear, I got a look at the first penis I’d ever seen; the penis that was going to take my virginity. My brother’s penis. A shiver of anticipation mixed with fear went through me as I looked at it.

“Let’s get on the floor,” Spencer suggested.

“Ok,” I said, moving down to the floor, my eyes fixed on his penis the entire time.

Spencer spread my legs slightly and lay down on top of me, his penis resting against my vagina. He held his weight up with one arm as he wrapped the other around me and started kissing me again.

I kissed him back, now really enjoying the sensations my body was experiencing; the slight weight of my brother’s naked body on top of mine, the way his penis rubbed against my vagina, the way my almost not-yet-there breasts rubbed against his chest, and of course the way our mouths touched. It was like visiting Heaven while still alive.

“Alright, Cassidy,” Spencer said in a soft voice after a few minutes of us kissing like this. “I’m gonna try to put it in you now, ok?”

I bit my lower lip and felt a massive wave of hesitation hit me. “Are you sure I can’t get pregnant?”

“No, you can’t,” he said, reaching between our bodies. He took his penis in hand and started rubbing it up and down along my vagina. “It might hurt a tiny bit at first when it goes in, though. Just until your body is used to it.”

“Oh.”

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but I’d really, really like to,” he said, a look of pleading in his eyes. He smiled a little. “It’s ok if you’re nervous; I am, too.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, well, this is my first time, too,” Spencer pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, it is.” I’d almost forgotten that in the haze of hormones going through my young body. “Well… ok, but go really slow so it doesn’t hurt, ok?”

“I will,” Spencer promised. Then he looked thoughtful. “In fact, how about if you get on top? That way you can control how fast it goes in. Gary told me that’s what he and his girlfriend did their first time.”

I nodded. “Ok, that sounds like a good idea.”

Spencer got off me and lay down on the floor next to me. I got up and straddled his waist, taking his penis in my hand. It was the first time I’d ever touched one. It was very warm and had this hard, yet still slightly soft, feel to it. I liked it!

“Ok,” Spencer said in a ragged voice. “I’m ready when you are. Don’t take too much time, though. If you keep holding me like that, I’ll probably cum pretty soon.”

“Ok.” I took my brother’s penis and placed it so that the tip was against my vagina. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Ok, here we go.”

“Ok.”

I pushed downward. At first nothing happened; all I felt was a slight pressure between my legs. But then, after a few seconds, my brother’s thirteen-year-old virgin penis began to slide ever so slowly into my hairless, eleven-year-old virgin vagina. I lifted up a little to steady myself, and tried to ignore a bit of pain, then bore down again, until he was all the way inside me.

I grinned a little. I had a boy’s penis inside me! Now I felt like a woman, and not some little pre-teen girl.

“Oh… oh, Cassidy… we aren’t virgins anymore,” Spencer moaned. “Oh, that feels so good.”

“Yeah, it does,” I said, wincing a little as another twinge of pain went through me. It wasn’t bad, but it was there. I moved a little to steady myself on top of my brother and felt his penis shift inside me. That sent a bit of pleasure through me, so I did it again, and soon was riding him like a horse. Well, maybe a pony.

“Oh… oh… don’t stop… I’m gonna… oh… god!” Spencer put his hands on my hips and pushed hard inside me, lifting me off the ground a bit. I felt his penis start to pulse inside me. From the way he was reacting, I figured he was shooting his sperm into me. I really hoped he was right about me being too young to get pregnant.

Once Spencer was done shooting into me, he relaxed and exhaled sharply. Then he said, “Don’t move… for a bit… ok?”

“Ok,” I said, perfectly content to sit there with his still-hard penis inside me.

“Wow,” he managed to gasp out after a bit. “That was… so good…”

I grinned. “Yeah.” Then after a moment, “My legs are starting to hurt a little. Do you want to try being on top now?”

Spencer sat up a bit and looked at me. “Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, sure. No, don’t pull off,” he said as I started to. “Let’s do this instead.”

Spencer sat up all the way and wrapped his arms around me. Then he slowly rolled us over, keeping his penis inside me the entire time. Soon I was lying on my back, looking at his smiling face.

“There,” he said, moving his penis a little. “How’s that feel?”

“Really wonderful.”

“Cool. I’m gonna try moving, then,” my brother said and started slowly moving on top of me, sliding his teenage penis back and forth inside my pre-teen vagina. Each time he pushed into me, the base of his penis would hit my clitoris, sending new waves of pleasure through my body.

“How’s that?” he asked after a bit.

“That’s… oh, that’s much better…” I whispered, spreading my legs a little more and reaching back to cup my brother’s ass as he fucked me. It was a wonderful repeat of what I’d gone through earlier when he’d been on top of me, only now there was a look of total bliss on his face and his penis was inside me where it belonged. I was so happy I’d agreed to do this with him! All my doubts and fears had faded completely away as I was lost in the pleasure of intercourse.

The pace of my brother’s movements inside of me began to quicken and he started breathing hard. At about the same time I felt my orgasm start, radiating out in waves of bliss that began at my vagina and circulated through my entire body, ending with me clutching tight to my brother’s naked body as I climaxed fully; my first-ever orgasm with a boy. It was so wonderful that I barely even noticed Spencer cumming inside me a few seconds later.

This time once Spencer was done cumming, he gave me a little kiss, then rolled off me, his penis leaving my vagina. I felt vaguely empty, but happy knowing that I could have it back inside me probably any time that I wanted.

I snuggled close to my brother, happy that we’d discovered a new activity we could do together. Apparently the old saying was true: incest is best!

END

Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.

Not much of a story, really, but I felt like writing it. Hope you guys liked it! Also, forgive me for the dreadful title. There’s no excuse.

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